I curse everything,
My own stupidity.
How could I ever believe
That you could love something
As ugly
As broken
As me?
How could I think
That you would be any different
Than everyone else?
Just like them,
You abandoned me.
I guess it was my fault,
For expecting too much,
Having too much hope.
Because people like you
Don't fall
For people like
Me.
My expectations
Were too high.
I jumped too early,
Flew too high,
Fell too far,
Hoping you would save me,
Catch me.
But my only problem
Was my trust.
My hope.
Love.
My expectations.
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
